Si Rong of the world

Cancong sits under the neck of the wooden-armored flying luan, holding the joystick to control the width of the wings, so as to ensure that the flying luan can fly faster.

"Bai, we haven't flown like this for a long time." In the spare time, Can Cong said to his friend on the right. "Ever since you entered Yanshi Tianwen City, you have rarely seen each other."

"Yeah, if I didn't succeed, maybe I'm still buried in the mountain of books..." Bai Guan seemed to have thought of something, and frowned, "The test of Yanshi is really troublesome."

"Isn't this still passed? Besides, you have long wanted to leave the original clan." Thinking of this, Cancong still complains about Bai Guan, "You were weak and afraid of the cold since childhood, and were treated by the Ran family as a motivator. When I saw you for the first time, I couldn't believe that the eldest son of the Ran family lived in such a dilapidated place."

"If it wasn't for the Yanshu talent discovered by the wandering Yanshi patriarch, Bai Guan would have no idea where he was buried." become his lifelong faith.

Cancong still remembers that day, because Cancong, who was born as the youngest son of the king of Shu, walked too close to Baiguan, Ran's fear was not what, so he strengthened the guards of Baiguan's courtyard.But Baiguan still sneaked out over the wall and went to the bank of Pishui with him.

It was late autumn, most of the passers-by on the street were wearing brocade hats and mink fur, while Bai Guan was only wearing a thin long gown at that time, and his hands also had large and small cuts, both new and old.

As the eldest son of the clan, he had to cut down trees to build the utensils in the house, and the whole clan looked at him as if he was watching a joke. The patriarch is recorded as the eldest son.

Ran's is really a joke, Cancong laughed.However, it is also thanks to Baiguan who learned how to make utensils since he was a child, which laid a solid foundation, and has the youngest son of the Yanshi clan today.

On the bank of Pishui that day, the boy took out a small wooden-clad bird from his bosom, and under Can Cong's curious eyes, the wooden-clad bird flapped its wings and flew into the sky like a living thing.

"Can Cong, this is a birthday present for you, do you like it?" The young man was full of excitement, as if he didn't feel the cold, "I let the bird carry a mirror stone. You said that there are many high mountains in Shu, and the stream is endless, and it is often difficult for those who go out of the mountain to return. , Even if several generations of manpower cannot open more roads to Shu, then we can let the birds become the eyes of Shu, open roads when they encounter mountains, build bridges when they encounter water, and reach the East China Sea.”

With a pair of dexterous hands, the inanimate wood-clad bird flew into the sky, illuminating thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Can Cong feels that he and Bai Guan are in the same boat, probably because their living environment is similar. They are both caged birds, but they also long to soar into the sky like birds.

Cancong has great ambitions since he was a child, and he has already won most of the battle for the king of Shu. As long as he becomes a great chief this time, all the criticisms of the king of Shu will be suppressed. This is probably the best thing for the mediocre king of Shu Merit.

"The land of the Yanshi tribe is really a blessed place. I believe you can fight tigers with your strength, let alone your physical strength." Cancong happily bumped into his friend.

"...Don't make trouble, you are driving Feiluan." Bai Guan groaned, feeling a bit wrong sitting in the vice seat, "Cong, do you feel that the position is a bit low?"

"Location? Let me see." Cancong looked at the slope and said puzzledly, "It's strange, I figured it out, our position shouldn't be so low."

"It's only ten miles away from the port. In this way, you have to be prepared to catch the flying phoenix in the air, or you will collide with it." Bai Guan observed the distance and said.

"Haha, Silkworm Cong! I've caught up with you." At this moment, Chong Qiu's feet hooked on the sunken deck of the flying luan, and he stood upside down in front of the two of them.

"I probably know the reason for the low position." Bai Guan knocked on his forehead and sighed.

"Heavy! Small! Qiu!" Can Cong gritted his teeth, "How did you get on top of Feiluan?"

Chongqiu stuck out her tongue, and said with some shame, "I have traveled too far against the wind, and I have lost my spiritual energy. The nearest landing point happens to be on your wooden bird."

"Don't block my view!"

"...Oh, when I get back to Qiongsang, I'll treat you to fish. Let me tell you, I'm very good at grilling fish." Chong Qiu said apologetically, clasping her fists in both hands.

"Now, immediately, get me on the deck!"

"Cong, we're about to crash into the port, it's too late to close it!"

Wu Li and the others who were waiting for the three of them at the port saw the wooden armored flying phoenix flying towards them at a rapid speed despite the unstable gravity, and the chaotic three people on the flying phoenix. The wooden armored flying phoenix settled in mid-air.

The three jumped off the flying luan with lingering fear, and Bai Guan finally took back the wooden armor.

"...Ah, it hurts! Brother, I really know I was wrong!" Chongmang was really angry now, and grabbed Chongqiu by the ear to catch him in front of Can Cong.

"Emperor Chongmang, it's nothing serious anyway." Cancong broke out in cold sweat, but it was indeed a false alarm, "Chongqiu jumped on the wooden armor because he had no aura. If he didn't have aura, he would fall from that height." Seriously injured."

"In this case, leaving the field before going to the secret realm is really ineffective." Can Cong said again, as a fighter, he naturally hopes to win the game in a fair and honest manner.

"Tsk, that's the best, this reckless bull should be taught a lesson." Bo Guan crossed his arms and looked dissatisfied. "I don't have any control over the remaining aura, so what qualifications do I have to compete with Prince Cancong for the position of Chieftain?"

Bai Guan was not very friendly to Chongqiu's senses. In his eyes, this young man was favored by everyone in the poor Sang tribe. It was a waste of his talent for such a proud son of heaven to live recklessly and arrogantly.

At his age, Emperor Chongmang has already mastered the medical pharmacopoeia and traveled all over the world; Emperor Ganhuang not only took over the affairs of the Changyi ethnic group, but also began to assist His Majesty Shaohao; Only then did all rivals in the clan get the chance to come to Qiongsang.

But this guy can't even control the most basic ability to control the aura. He is obviously the son of the emperor, but the gap is so big.

"Bai, it's really fine." Cancong held his friend's hand and said, "And we also want to thank Wu Li for helping to fix Feiluan."

"Wooden Armored Flying Luan is Bai's most cherished mechanism, it would be a pity if it breaks down."

"...I'm not worried about Fei Luan." Bai Guan turned his head, but bowed to Wu Li sincerely, "Thank you anyway."

"No problem, if such an incomparable mechanism is destroyed, even I will feel distressed." Wu Li waved his hands in response.

"Did you hear that, Chongqiu." Chongmang sighed and said, "Compared to Cancong, you are really far behind."

"I'm sorry, Cancong, and Baiguan." Chongqiu really knew the seriousness of the matter this time, he lowered his head and rubbed his red eyes, and said half-sobbing. "I... I will practice hard, no... I won't cause trouble for everyone anymore."

"When will we grow up?" Chongman squatted down and helped wipe away the tears from the corners of Chongman's eyes, "After all, we can't stay with you forever."

Wu Li nodded, Chongqiu should restrain himself.In fact, according to the habits of the poor sang people, the children of the poor sang usually only wait until they are 15 years old. After reaching this age, the children of the poor sang will go through the whirling dream once.

It's just that the son of the emperor at the age of 15 had a heavy awn in the front, a dry barren in the back, and now a silkworm cluster.These three were born with the expectations of the ethnic group, and they matured more precociously.

In comparison, Chongqiu is a little childish. After all, the successor of Emperor Yan's lineage is Prince Changqin, then Gonggong Kanghui, and finally him, so everyone treats Chongqiu with a more serious attitude. In a state of tolerance, if he has any aspirations of his own, it is best to develop towards those aspirations.

Chongqiu didn't look too crooked, after all, His Majesty Shaohao personally disciplined him, so he still knew the general situation.

The lack of aura this time is probably the sequelae of using Lieshan Baiyan well before, this child had better ask Prince Changqin for advice.

Wu Li looked at the time, and it was late, so the participants had to board the ship as soon as possible, and it would be too impolite to ask the God of the East Sea to wait any longer.

So he said, "Chongqiu, Cancong, now you can go through the certification of Fenyan Fang, and the final battle for the selection will begin soon."

"Understood." The two had almost recovered, and they took out their own Yanfang, bit their fingers, and dripped blood into the Yanfang.

At the same time, their figures slowly appeared in the left and right square mirrors of the sundial market.

The two teenagers and their god servants looked at each other from left to right, and Wu Li and Gan Huang stood in the middle of the two teams.

Wu Li said, "I declare, start the final battle of raising funds, and return to the ruins to explore the secrets."

There is a special boat on both sides of the pier. The boat is shaped like a crested head and a feather tail. The upper side is like a balance, and the lower side is like a knife. There are three masts on the deck. To drive it away from the coast to return to the ruins.